Delete Drive F:

The fear factor as some call it is what I call drive F. The very origin of fear lives as the unknown. Man fears that which he has no knowledge of understanding of. To be fearless is to live live the moment, letting tomorrow to sort itself, its to be heroes for ourselves...knowing that All iz well. We must learn to eject drive F: when necessary. It is innate and purposeful at times though notwithstanding.....gotta go. To be continued

Oh sapien sapien!

Those in school wish they were out, those out wish they were in...those with kids wish they would disappear, those without would do anything for one...those with one lady wish they were players, the players wish they had a single lady to call their own..those in towns wish they were in villages receiving the fresh urban air, those in villages wish they were in the BIG City...those with books to read wish they didn't have to, those in slums beg to be educated...those with cars are fed up with traffic, those without want a car...those alive wish they were dead,and i wish i could say the dead wish to be alive...those home want to go to abroad,those abroad want to come home...those with friends wish no one had to bother them, those without wish they could confide in someone...The fat wanna be slim, the slim wanna add some weight...those on the spotlight wish to live simple lives, the simple wish to be on the spotlight...Those with jobs wish they didnt have to work so much, those without wish they had something to do...Those with spouses wanna cheat, those that cheat wanna settle...Those that see complain of too much light and wear shades, the blind wish they could bask in the light...Those that can talk keep secrets, the dumb wish they could say it all...and the lists goes on and on....Whats the matter with Homo sapiens!?

I think clouds are great...they appear so magical from airplanes, sometimes I even see animations with them...I call them Angels Clay. Now that I remember here are links for free medical books and songs download...Man i really miss limewire!
http://sawontheboss4.rmcforum.com/category/medical/book
http://copyofmedicalbooksfree.blogspot.com/
www.gosong.net
I'm reading the diary of anne frank, pretty good for a 13yr old. Working on a project that allows me access wireless networks too, having a tough time though but i'll get through it...free wireless, gotta learn that.

From the Zone with love...

Silence: Music to my soul

The sound of silence might seem an awkward irony to dictate to ones ears but in the reality of it my soul yearns for such, my spirit soars the heavens for the incomprehensible beauty that belies such genius, such a masterpiece as silence. If ever there was a definition for pure love, it would be this: Love, the acoustics of my heart for you. This ‘acoustics’ would be the tranquillity your presence emanates from the dankest chambers of my temple, peace beyond measure, solitude mixed with joy and baked with the illumination from your face. Angels beheld the birth of heavenly sounds as though it were a public display of gladiators.

In the words of Invictus: ...I thank whatever gods may be present for my unconquerable soul... for I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. Therefore I will sail this ship of mine towards the ever reverberating echoes of silence, though the winds might wish I fail and the inks of history bludgeon my name, may the sands of time not forget that I etched ever closer to the perfect sound of silence. For blessed is he who hears, sees and acknowledges ‘veritas’ (truth).

“For whatever path I chose in life shall neither depict my essence nor favour my quest- this I know not. For as we live but once why should I wait till the end for that which my heart yearns for, so I will say it now for this moment might be my last. To love is to not be selfish, for that which you love you pursue. My dreams are not yours, why then should I follow you? Be reasonable now and see the light, for Elohim is plural and lives in all.”

These were the words Silence spoke unto my unconquerable soul. In my anguish I wailed and replied “Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros (fire tests gold, adversity tests strong men). De profundis, decrevi Dei gratia, veni, vidi, vici. (up from the depths of misery, I decree by the grace of God, I came, I saw, I conquered)”

Silence stared me in the eyes and what was to happen next I knew not. Suddenly it opened its lips and sang to my soul, and I rejoiced for this was like no other. I heard the sweet sound of silent music, Oh what joy! As it sang, I saw heaven come down on earth, like the sound of many waters it poured out verse after verse the melody of gods. I knew then that my ears would never yearn for music, for this was the sound. Finally I can return home for I have borne witness to this wonder. What the likes of Beethoven and Johann tried to duplicate, the best they could do was ‘Forte Elise’ and ‘Canon in the dark’. But this, this was originality personified. Thus I composed a poem for Silence...

The Sound of Silence: written by Obeka Chidiebere Uwakwe
From the hills of knowledge, came the art of music
In all its forms it was exploited
but never has there been a melody as silence.
Sound of music to my soul, I craved to hear thee blow
Note to note I searched the history books
but not even the best grasped your essence.
I sailed to the east, but even the banjos knew you not
And a stranger you were to the West
And the harps of the south valued not your presence.
So I looked within the soul, and there you where
And when you sang, the night awoke
And the day refused somnolence.
The child in me cried no more, for it heard heaven quake
The angels eavesdropped from above,
 as the showers ceased to pour intense.
Oh! What melody, tranquillity wrapped in the beauty of light, Love.

December 12th, 2010.

My first blog!

Da Vinci once said that he who does not rebuke evil, commands it to be done......its either 1 or 0